At night, Hong Kong, a small garden house on the main island.
Du Yong is a thin figure with a long pointed face and a little gray hair. He is half a century old and wearing a light silk Tang suit. He is sitting on a chair in the study drinking tea. His eyes are a little vacant and his movements when drinking tea are very strange. Machinery is thinking about things.
He didn't know whether his choice was correct. Last year, he followed the footsteps of the Kuomintang and worked closely with Dai Yunong to form the Loyalty and National Salvation Army. He served as a standing committee member and had certain authority. The development of the war was not unexpected. The Japanese were prepared for their wolfish ambitions and had better information control over mountains, rivers, geography and hydrology than the Central Army, the local Patriot Army. With strong ships, cannons, and advanced weapons and equipment, the Central Army failed step by step. Japan occupied Shanghai and surrounded the concession.
Affected by this, of course he could no longer stay in Shanghai and took refuge in Hong Kong alone under the protection of his disciples. Later, he went to Wuhan to meet the bald man, got a job as a standing committee member of the Central Relief Committee, set up a sign in Hong Kong, and started alms work.
He was living a good life here. After all, he was never short of money, and he had dozens of disciples to protect him. He had no worries about food, clothing, and safety. But his condition is not very good, because he is out of the center of power, no longer has the huge power at his disposal, and his influence is dissipating. This feeling is obviously unacceptable to a big shot like him who has the title of 'the number one gangster in three hundred years', who is also involved in government affairs, has a lot of rectification resources, and has stirred up troubles for decades. .
He actually knows that his current choice is the most correct path. Because if he had not followed the footsteps of the Kuomintang, he would have died! If he did not seek refuge in Hong Kong later, but instead sought refuge with the Japanese, he would also die!
Only the current path is correct because he is alive.
His influence is greater than that of Zhang Xiaolin, and his influence in defecting to the Japanese is also greater. If Zhang Xiaolin can survive for a year, he will definitely not survive. Under the circumstances at that time, the military commander was determined to kill him at all costs to eliminate the possibility of others defecting to the Japanese. Especially since he had friendship with Bald Head, that meant something different. He was bound to die, and it was as fast as he wanted. kind.
To this day, he has recognized it, but he just can't think about it occasionally. Although the living conditions here are not that bad, there is a big gap compared to his Du Mansion in Shanghai, where he is praised by people everywhere he goes.
Now, his gap is even greater and his mood is even worse. Because a little red guy named Wang Yan stood up and challenged his authority, he was still a little unable to resist.
Wang Yan knew that in the 16th year of the Republic of China, his parents died at the hands of the Kuomintang, and perhaps they should be considered dead at his hands, because he organized the Youth Gang to suppress and massacre them. Coincidentally, at the end of the 15th year of the Republic of China, less than half a year before April 12, Wang Yan asked Lin Hongyuan to be his old man. , Wang Yan’s life was not taken.
In the 17th year of the Republic of China, Wang Yan joined the French police station and began to make inquiries. In the 18th year of the Republic of China, he solved a serial robbery and murder case, multiple thefts, and was promoted to team leader. In the 19th year of the Republic of China, he was once again promoted to deputy captain due to merit. In the 20th year of the Republic of China, Wang Yan started doing business with the French and was promoted to captain in the same year.
After that, he suddenly kept a low profile. He did not seek to kill Chen Jiangliu as a detective. Instead, he concentrated on doing business and weaving a network of contacts. Step by step, he opened up connections between the military and political circles of the Kuomintang. At the same time, he also connected with some people from the Red Party. , the boss in business. They sell cigarettes, engage in pornography, gambling and drugs, but they don't make as much money as Wang Yan.
Now, in the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China, Wang Yan once again exerted his efforts and became the Chinese Inspector of the Central Patrol Room of the French Concession. He had an ambiguous relationship with the Japanese, took advantage of Zhang Xiaolin's death to pick peaches, and established the Youth League Bank.
In eleven years, this little red guy who was twenty years older than him had grown from a hooligan that he could easily crush to death to an opponent that he could barely fend off now, and for a time he couldn't fend off him.
He was getting old... He felt powerless and powerless. But he still had to resist, he couldn't do anything but sit still and wait for death.
He has experienced countless storms in his life, and there is no doubt about his wisdom to be able to survive until now. Doesn't he know Wang Yan's resume and reputation over the years? he knows! Didn't he know that the Japanese or those members of the Youth Gang who had defected to the Japanese with Zhang Xiaolin assassinated him? Of course he knew it too. But it was precisely this knowledge that made him angry and powerless.
Not killing him because of the stabbing was a complete humiliation to him. Do you think he, a great youth gang tycoon, is no longer worth dying for? How can you swallow this breath? But he had no way to settle accounts with the Japanese, so he had no choice but to follow the Japanese's wishes and use the topic as an excuse. This was indeed in his interest. If Wang Yan is taken away or Qinglian is destroyed, it will be his benefit, so he has to swallow his anger.
Thinking in such a mess, he didn't come back to his senses until the tea in the cup was empty. Old seniors who are surpassed by younger generations are not so easy to do. With a self-deprecating smile on his face, he picked up the teapot next to him and wanted to pour another cup, but found that the water in the teapot was gone. He opened his mouth to call someone to come over and pour him tea. When the words came to his mouth, his eyes suddenly widened. No!
He remembered that someone had just made the tea and brought it in. In other words, he had drank a whole pot of tea without knowing it. This time is very long. Normally, someone would come over to see if he had any other instructions, and occasionally they would report something to let him know.
Although he only did alms work, other businesses did not stop and he continued to make money. In addition, he was assassinated at noon today, using this to embarrass Wang Yan. It is already evening. News was indeed sent back before that Wang Yan did not go to face their questioning, but there should be a follow-up report. He has not yet As for Death, he also has his subordinates in Shanghai. Wang Yan didn't go to the teahouse for the meeting. What was he doing? What was the reaction? These are all to be repaid to him.
But now he has drank a pot of tea and no one has come, so something must have happened. He quickly stood up and walked behind the desk, opened the drawer, took out a pistol from it, loaded it with a click, walked to the door in a few steps, and listened with bated breath to what was going on outside.
It was quiet outside and even quieter inside. For a moment, he could only hear the pounding sound of his old heart. After listening for a moment, he let out a long breath and walked to the balcony in the study. The door here was open because of the hot and humid climate in Hong Kong and ventilation. He walked out gently to the balcony and looked down. I saw a middle-aged man holding a cigarette in his mouth, standing under the light in the small courtyard, looking up at him, grinning.
When the middle-aged man saw that Du Yuesheng had found out, he smiled loudly and spoke in authentic Shanghainese: "Senior Du, I am the manager of Yonghua Industrial Hong Kong Branch. Tang Long, don't worry, your subordinates are all very good. , I don’t have any bad intentions in coming this time, Mr. Wang has a few words to say to you, please wait a moment, I will go up right away."
Du Yong shook the small gun with only seven bullets in his hand, looked at the submachine guns held by the two people below, sighed and said: "The tea is out of water, bring me a pot of hot water."
After saying that, he shrank back and disappeared from the balcony.
When Tang Long opened the door and walked into the study with a hot water bottle, Du Yong was already sitting on a chair. The pistol was placed on the small square table in front of him, his face was calm, without sadness or joy.
First he filled the teapot with boiling water, and then poured a cup for Du Yong. Then Tang Long took out a pistol from his waist and loaded it. In Du Yong's rapidly shrinking horrified eyes, he simply put it on his head: "Mr. Wang asked me to tell you that he was the one who made the move this time."
Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun, Du Yong shook his head and smiled bitterly. He calmly picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He looked at Tang Long strangely: "No more?"
"Gone!"
Tang Long shrugged his shoulders. He understood what his boss meant. He also felt that such actions were very domineering and arousing, but it was indeed stupid to spend so much time on such a thing...
In front of Du Yong, he ejected the magazine, and then ejected the top-firing bullet, pressed it back into the magazine, put the gun away at his waist, straightened his clothes, and bowed slightly to Du Yong. : "Your men are all safe. They are just drugged. They will be fine after a sleep. In addition, I promised the drugged person to send him out of Hong Kong. I hope you will not pursue it anymore and let him go." . That’s all, I won’t disturb your enjoyment of drinking tea, and I’ll take my leave.”
"No!"
Tang Long arrived quietly and left simply and directly. Du Yong once again stood on the balcony, hands behind his back, silently watching downstairs, a group of more than 20 men in black who filed out of his bungalow and left with submachine guns. These men in black moved very quickly. They put all their weapons into a car, then dispersed in all directions, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Du Yong stood on the balcony, silently watching this scene, speechless for a long time.
The evening breeze rippled his silk clothes, but he didn't feel cool...
"Now that we've done it, why not just do it more thoroughly? Anyway, you have offended Du Yong to death. This old guy will definitely give you a hard blow if he has the opportunity in the future. How can a person like him be treated lightly? No more He has a foundation in Shanghai and has many connections for many years. If he doesn't like Du Yong anymore, he will always help him because of some old friendship. He may not be able to make a comeback. You are leaving yourself with a bigger trouble. .”
In Paramount, after hearing Liu Yitong's words, Wang Yan took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "There's nothing we can do about it, right? After all, people have contributed to resisting Japan and saving the country. In this fight against Japan, those things about pornography, gambling and drugs are all The cover is down, and people have paid a layer of gold. If I kill him, won't I be an enemy of the Anti-Japanese War? If someone is maliciously attacking and annihilating him, it will be even harder to live with him in the future. Besides, you also said that he has many connections in the Kuomintang, and he himself He was still a standing committee member of the Central Relief Committee arranged by Chiang Kai-shek himself. He was a serious member of the Kuomintang. If he was killed, wouldn't that mean he would break with the Kuomintang? By then I would really be a big traitor, and I can't bear this reputation. .
After careful calculation, it has been eleven years since Wang knelt down and kowtowed to Lin Hongyuan. I am twenty-nine years old and have everything I have now. Tell me, a fifty-year-old guy who has gone downhill, even if he really makes a comeback, how high can he go? How much trouble can it cause? Relax, it's not a big problem. It is estimated that Feng Nairong and his gang will receive Du Yong's letter tomorrow. Go talk to them again. If they still don't obey, then you have to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys. Du Yong is not easy to kill, but killing these people is really like killing a chicken. "
"You are amazing..." Liu Yitong gave a thumbs up, speechless.
Wang Yan ignored him and just raised his glass to a place not far behind him to invite him to drink. Liu Yitong followed his gaze and looked back, and saw on a small table there a delicate-looking, slender and tall woman wearing a cheongsam with a few small wrinkles on her face, looking up at her charmingly. Head drinking.
Liu Yitong was familiar with this scene, because in the past few times, when the two of them were enjoying themselves in entertainment venues like Paramount, as long as Wang Yan raised a glass to invite a drink and the other party responded, they would almost go to bed that night.
He glanced at the pretty woman again, thinking that this girl was pretty good, so why couldn't he think of playing this trick?
He raised his wine glass and drank all the wine in the glass. He wiped his mouth and stood up: "I won't disturb your romantic life. Let's go."
Wang Yan laughed and nodded, continuing to eat, looking at the woman whose concave shape caught his eye from time to time. After eating for a while and feeling full, Wang Yan took the wine glass and sat down next to Yu Manli: "Did you come alone?"
The woman turned her head and looked at the leader of the Qing Gang who was close at hand: "You have been looking at me for so long. Apart from the few guys who got close just now, did you see anyone else?"
"You look strange. Is this your first time coming out?"
"Why couldn't you have seen it before?"
"Maybe." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "You don't look like a dancer. What do you do?"
"Teaching Chinese in the primary school of the Catholic Church in the French Concession."
"A teacher who teaches and educates people, are you here?"
The woman blinked and did not avoid Wang Yan's deep eyes: "Why, can't you?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"The famous Inspector Wang, how could this little girl not know about it? It is said that you are greedy for money, lustful and very generous to women. I wonder if it is true?"
"You can't just listen to what others say. You have to experience it yourself to know the truth." Wang Yan reached out and touched her face, feeling the tenderness of her skin: "What do I call you?"
"Yu Manli."
Yes, Yu Manli.
In fact, Yu Manli had already arrived when Wang Yan was talking to Liu Yitong, and passed by him twice before finally sitting in that position, with the side of the curve outlined by the cheongsam, Attracting his attention, the occasional bit of flirtatiousness conveys the signal, seducing just right. Yu Manli is professional at attracting men because of her tragic past.
There is no doubt that Yu Manli came here specifically to seduce a man who was greedy and lustful for money. There was no other person behind this except Wang Tianfeng.
Originally, Yu Manli was a life and death partner who arranged to do some nonsense for Mingtai, but maybe at this time, there was no death plan. Wang Yan happened to show up again, and with such a conduct, he put Yu Manli, who was supposed to be Sentenced to death, a woman who was proficient in seducing men was sent over to gather information.
Wang Tianfeng was able to do this kind of thing without any psychological burden. Just like in the original drama, he personally killed his subordinates and arranged for Yu Manli's death. After all, he doesn't care about his own life, so why would he care about others? As long as it's beneficial, he can do it. Moreover, Yu Manli herself had been in a brothel, and later resorted to pornography to seek revenge. This kind of thing was easier to accept and there was no psychological burden.
Besides, Wang Yan has a good reputation in this area and has never used prostitution in vain. There are even women who have been happily together who find trouble and come to help. I heard that men’s jobs are also very good and generous. Yu Manli may not be here to enjoy the blessing...
He said why there was no movement from Wang Tianfeng's side. It turns out he was waiting here.
Wang Yan raised the cup and clinked it with her, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. "Then Miss Yu, let's dance."
Yu Manli also drank the wine in her glass, followed Wang Yan to the venue, and danced ballroom to the music.
Wang Yan's hand fell on her waist: "You don't look like a teacher."
"Why do you say that?"
"Teacher, I don't have dancing skills like you."
"Now there is."
Feeling the big hands on her buttocks, Yu Manli's hands were also rubbing Wang Yan's back. The distance between the two was no longer the normal ballroom dancing distance. Wang Yan lowered his head, right next to Yu Manli's ear, and Yu Manli's forehead was already pressed against Wang Yan's solid chest.
The two of them talked intermittently, quickly closing the distance. After dancing and drinking for a while, Wang Yan raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was already past eight o'clock: "Let's go upstairs."
"Let's go to your house. I heard that the prince's mansion is very luxurious. I, an ignorant little girl, want to see it and broaden my horizons."
Wang Yan smiled and said, "You are the second one who wants to go to my house."
"You have passed so many women, and no one else has said anything about it? I don't believe it."
"Because they know what casual love is and what wishful thinking is. These women have their own way of survival, and they know what they can and cannot say."
Yu Manli asked: "Who is the first woman?"
"A Chinese woman arranged by the Japanese is a rich girl."
"Then will you take me with you?" Yu Manli leaned in Wang Yan's arms, blinked at him, and activated her charm skills.
To be honest, according to Wang Yan's aesthetics, Yu Manli is not as good as Wang Manchun in every indicator. But when it comes to seducing men, Yu Manli is much better. She has a pair of eyes that can speak.
"Of course I went..."
After drinking the last glass of wine, Wang Yan left Paramount with Yu Manli in his arms. Without ruining Qi Si's good deeds, he asked Paramount to send a driver to drive them back to the Wang Mansion.
That night, Wang Yan fell into Wang Tianfeng's beauty trap...
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